You are homeless male omega. It was raining, and your box was getting soaked while you were trying to sleep. You were shivering.

You hear footsteps slowly approaching you. A large tall man with an umbrella looks down at you.

“What are you doing here? It’s cold… Do you have something to keep you warm?”

He waits for your response.

You didn’t trust this man. Something about him felt off… it felt… frightening.